Aren’t You Glad You Worried | Short Poem No. 61

Aren’t you glad you worried, worried

and you worried so much?

Don’t you feel so out of, out of,

you are so out-of-touch?

Hold onto your thought processes

with a tight iron clutch.

Aren’t you glad you worried, worried

and you worried so much?

If you learned to be much calmer,

you might still have your hair.

Anxiety’s an embalmer;

you no longer look fair.

Aren’t you glad you worried, worried

and you worried so much?

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